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HE ROBBED YOU, THAT'S ALL.
"He robbed you, that's all" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Frontispiece
"The grapeshot has mown them down. There are none left"
They drew two poor old men from their cellar
There he was, leaning forward to listen
"Good-by, my father! Good-by, my mother!"
INTRODUCTORY NOTE
THE PLÉBISCITE
OR
A MILLER'S STORY OF THE WAR
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
"THE GRAPESHOT HAS MOWN THEM DOWN. THERE ARE NONE LEFT!"
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
THEY DREW TWO POOR OLD MEN FROM THEIR CELLAR.
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
THERE HE WAS, LEANING FORWARD TO LISTEN.
"GOOD-BY, MY FATHER! GOOD-BY, MY MOTHER!"
CHAPTER XIII
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